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Erik Herzig Poem
Never in my wildest
So much emotion throughout the morning..afternoon..evening
You taught me to break down walls I could not see
My apprehension corroded our evolution of life
Even as we gave life I was blinded
By selfishness I looked at you with hatred
Could this be it?
What to call it other than True Love
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One seeker looks for options
Only to find too many exist
Hoping to narrow the search
They ask abroad
Relenting advisors pelt the seekers brain
Once more isolating them from their goal
Independence from an unappreciative bureaucracy
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Always with love
I watched you take your first step
You slept many early days on my chest
Your warmth filled my heart
Your cry unnerved my will to help you
There isn't anything I wouldn't do
You are the best of me
You are my boy
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The Hands of time are etching an eternity of regret
Into the fabric of our blissful slumber
I am stalking your every move waiting to pounce
Yet, the fear of your recoil diverts me
Considering alternative methods to resolve, what (I still do not know)
We move toward the chasm which was once filled with hope
Only to find silence and no resolve
Like two magnets we are repelling one another
Again coming to neutral ground, there is peace.
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The day begins with a tiny speaker screaming at me
I jolt from a disturbing dream (thankful)
Trying to distinguish reality from fiction
I collide with objects strategically placed throughout the house
First flip of a switch brings blindness to my brain
I am disoriented, but things come into focus
Why am I in the clothes room? oh...I need to shower
Onward I slumber through the house
The shock from the water pelting my body begins to unerve me
I start to relax, entering a familiar tranquil state
Again JOLTING my body upright, preventing me nodding off in my new found solidarity
I wait until the last drop of warm water is spent
Apprehensively I throw open the shower curtain, lunging for a towel
Crap! no towel
No wonder I found myself in the clothes room
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As time goes on our bed grows colder
Yet again it is me and my never ending thoughts
What makes one lose that desire
Desire which once brought us together at the end of a long day
Has faded and I do not know how to rekindle
There is no magic word, phrase or potion to end this
I miss my wife, lover and friend because she seems to be a million miles away
She too lost in her thoughts trying to solve her own riddles and poems
Our home is cold
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Discovery is not the end
Yet to begin
A journey of the lost loves
And new ties
Grievances to those once new
Only to find the glue
That binds in time of disrepair
Or drives to harmonize our thoughts
Must not be a tale of confusion
But to build out of purpose
Keeping ones mouth isolated
To stay the course
Therefore each day brings a new discovery
Not the end
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The sight of you disturbs me
Yet…you peered into my crib to keep me safe
You changed my diapers
Held me when I was sick
Calmed me when I was scared
But left me when you didn’t care
You abandoned a family in need
You took for granted the giver of life
To bend to your demands made no sense
Your arrogance made you look weak
Now you play as if you did nothing to effect
Your new[her] life is too late
You no longer peer into my life
I keep you out to keep me safe
You make me sick!
Happy Betrayers Day
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Unspoken words are deafening and I am blind
Wading through your thoughts I am lost
Like a cresting wave I know we are close
Will we reach our island of thoughtful chatter?
Where weeks seem like minutes and we are lost in each other
Or will it be where minutes seem like weeks and we are simply
LOST
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What do you want from me?
I try to not look sad as I go to bed
Giving you hope for tomorrow and calm for your rest
Knowing that the lonely trek is ahead, I press
As I reach the entryway my heart wrenches for you to come
Running behind me
We meet where our lives took shape and life began
Realizing that was a quick daydream I lose another piece of us.
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